There has never been a time when life forms
were complacently static for within all that lives
lurks the compulsion to move. To greener
pastures as that hoary old adage acknowledges.
Humanity in its primitive search for survival
moving with the seasons in search of roving
prey whose seasonal call to pasture elsewhere
led the hunters toward the hunted. Survival
takes many forms; escape from regional conflict
from oppression and from searing poverty
from violent crime and the corruption of politics
or the vicious threats of gangs. Where those who
stray from their places of birth envision other
places of promise for a vastly improved future.
The urge to roam, to migrate in the search for
something different is not restricted to humankind.
Behold, on the forest floor cultivated treasures
escaping their cultured prisons of urban lawns
their seeds floating on the wind toward the fertile
pastures of a forest floor where organic matter
simmers and seethes with life welcoming the
presence of a modestly beautiful plant to become
naturalized from pulmonaria to simple lungwort.
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